[Verse 1: Ekoh]
Alright, I keep the eyes open, mind golden, the fuckin' rhymes potent
The hardest grindin' in any fuckin' room I go in
If you don't think that I'm the greatest ever, I know it
I don't need your validation, bitch, hold it
I leave 'em purple, red, blue, bruised, totally crushed
The girls who used to hate are beggin' me to smash in the bus
A throwback chick, I call her Nickelodeon guts
She take the whole goddamn dick down to the nuts
Now listen, I’m hearin' all of y’all are fuckin' up
I’ve donе enough to earn respеct from legends, bitch, the takeover has just begun
See, I’ve been training under Vader like Ahsoka Tano
Now I'm the boss and I'ma run it like Tony Soprano
I'm takin' shots at all these rappers, fuck it, leave the bottle
I'm on autopilot droppin' logic, call me Aristotle
It’s full throttle in this bitch, all gas, no brakes
More dangerous than fillin' vacancies with Norman Bates
Not popular amongst the mainstream kids
'Cause they ain't used to hearin' rappers who can go like this
I channel different personalities and flow like split
A new legacy, raised by the Demigodz, bitch
So y'all rejoice, we takin' charge and running point
We independent, makin' noise, your criticism null and void
I’m diagnosed the dopest dope, I'll take your shirt and sign it "GOAT"
I'm R.L. Stein and every line is Goosebumps when I drop it, yo
Man, this is higher than you can get
Gas me up, I'm flyin', like the pilot, man I been lit
This something between a dream and movie, David Lynch shit
Now end the verse, I'm reloading the ammunition
[Chorus: Ekoh]
Yeah, I’m bringing raw back, where you from?
Underground, where you at? The whole town
Put the city on my back
And it feels like y’all don’t get me but y’all don’t want it with me, aye
It’s all cap, you're talkin' click, clack, boom
Thinking you’re the hardest artist in the room
Homie, y’all just talk that
But it feels like y’all don’t get me and y’all don’t want it with me aye
[Verse 2: Apathy]
While y’all be talkin weight like some modern day Scarface
I’m loadin' lasers on a far away star base
You can rob banks, start a little car chase
I’ll be teleporting through deep space in star gates
It’s fun to make shit up, right? Y’all fiction writers
Who get in cyphers and spray the mic with ya gingivitis
I injure biters like spiders or venomous vipers
And turn a pen to a knife like a lifer that’s sent to Rikers
To set up some bikers, 'cause you got a kite, that tonight that we strike
'Til they men are lifeless, it’s like it’s appendicitis
I’m slicin' open abdomens, unraveling intestines
Googlin' some facts on how to start a staph infection
'Cause while you in the hospital and all the staff is resting
I’ll be sneakin' in your room with a wizard’s staff as a weapon
Spitting out spells, spit flying while I’m speakin'
Unplugging all the tubes 'til the monitors are beepin'
And y’all thought the worst case scenario was bleeding
'Til I cast a curse and burst in to a demon
And all the nurses screaming and run to the church deacon
But the words that he’s speaking are in reverse and he’s shrieking
In a high pitch frequency that shatters all the windows
The clouds in the sky turn black and the wind blows
And people talk backwards and crucifixes crack
So please tell me again what you gon' do to me with rap
[Chorus: Ekoh]
Yeah, I’m bringing raw back, where you from?
Underground, where you at? The whole town
Put the city on my back
And it feels like y’all don’t get me but y’all don’t want it with me, aye
It’s all cap, you're talkin' click, clack, boom
Thinking you’re the hardest artist in the room
Homie, y’all just talk that
But it feels like y’all don’t get me and y’all don’t want it with me aye
